God Of War Manwha Novels & Stories

He took me to one of the secret shelters—large underground spaces designed to hide pack members if the demons suddenly attacked. When we finished touring the place and stepped outside, I saw him. A man with golden-brown hair and striking emerald green eyes. He was sparring with another man—one with glowing golden and shimmering red pattern across his skin. A Goldren. Oh… So this is one of those legendary warriors Dad mentioned. But the green-eyed man… He moved with controlled precision, every muscle tense and powerful. When he noticed me staring, he paused mid-swing and looked directly at me.

She pointed at me and stared in total disbelief. "Impossible! You're just an Omega, a low one at that. You are a slave! How possible can it be that you're also the Goddess of War? You think I'll believe that?" "You don't need to believe, you don't have to." I chuckled as I met her confused gaze, "Your eyes and ears may just be messing with your brains. Why pay attention to them?" I grinned, leaving her much confused and irritated. "You will have to do more, and I'll have to see more for me to believe you."

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

At once, every military officer in the base, those that are are sleeping, eating, in the toilet, or doing whatever, immediately left what they were doing at once and began to speed towards the central field. Everyone was glad, they were happy that the god of war is back. Everyone wants to see him, the dreadful beast who single handedly killed five hundred men in battle, the one who is best in the use of gun, best in the use of swords and best in martial arts. Once upon a time, the enemies sent three lions to him at the battle field, with his power, he tore the mouths of the lion and defeated them. Who would not be scared of the god of war?

Atarah tried to move but Amon stopped her by griping her hand. "What do you intend to do?" He asked her wondered if she was going to fight them. "Well, we have to do something." That was all she said and Amon sighed. "You should probably head back and contact some scouts or guardians, they will know what to do. I can stop them easily, they are humans after all." He sounded confident in abilities, he was lightning wolf which was by far the fastest wolves blessed by the goddess of the moon. Atarah glanced at both Amon and the black figure alternatively for a moment before nodding her head.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

Jake The man tied to the chair clenched his jaw when Jake opened the door and stepped inside. Nitro and K-9 were seated a few feet away from him, talking in low voices, each with a beer in their hands. “Wrath,” Nitro said. “I appreciate you keeping him alive,” Jake said. “So, it’s true. You’re not patched but you’re affiliated with these fucking Warriors,” the man said, and spat on the floor. The patch on his vest read ‘Pusher’ and ‘Member’.

A man who's secretly behind the Victoire Wine Company, where Silenus - or Damon Victoire, in the human realm - is the standing CEO. Staring at his friend's heart shaped smile, medium-sized build, and formal suit, it made him remember the first time the wine god met the god of drunkenness. FLASHBACK | Joseon Era (now known as South Korea) Specks of dust grazes his skin but he paid no heed to it, knitting his brows into a crease as he squints at the area far below. Fat, grey clouds shifted into their darker form and lightning flashed all around him, making his stallion buck and neigh nervously mid-air. His hand gripped onto the reins of his faithful and skilled pegasus, pushing it to fly down,

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I mind linked them. “This is what the chant for the spell is: ‘Blood of my Blood and Power of the Storm, Pull the Influence of this God from Gaia’s, Dimitri’s, and Elijah’s Soul and Mind, Block Zeus from any other form of Control over Gaia, Dimitri, and Elijah. Spirit, I call on you to protect these Gods and Goddess minds and souls from coming undone. Fire, I call on you to burn what remains of his power. Air, I call on you to blow away the webs. Earth, I call on you to keep these Gods and Goddess grounded. Water, I call on you to wash away their confusion.’ Does everyone think they can remember that?” I asked.